Avalanche!

A high-stakes adventure series perfect for fans of the I Survived series and Hatchet.Twelve-year-old twins Ashley and Ryan have their grit tested to the extreme when faced with a powerful avalanche in this edge-of-your-seat survival story.You could have a better chance of surviving a real-life avalanche after reading this book!

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A high-stakes adventure series perfect for fans of the I Survived series and Hatchet.Twelve-year-old twins Ashley and Ryan are skiing with their parents in Wyoming's Grand Teton Mountains where there is a ground-shaking rumble. Unstable snow rushes downhill and buries them in icy white. It will take all of their knowledge and grit to survive.

With seventeen years of hands-on experience and training in remote areas, survival expert Terry Lynn Johnson (Ice Dogs; Sled Dog School) creates on-the-edge-of-your-seat storytelling featuring the real skills that kids need to survive a disaster. This page-turner with illustrations includes survival tips from the National Avalanche Center and U.S. Forest Service. You could have a better chance of surviving a real-life avalanche after reading this book!

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Terry Lynn Johnson

Terry Lynn Johnson, author of Ice Dogs, Sled Dog School, and the Survivor Diaries series, lives in Whitefish Falls, Ontario where for ten years she owned a team of eighteen Alaskan Huskies.www.terrylynnjohnson.com Twitter:@TerryLynnJ

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Excerpts

CHAPTER ONE

“Tell me how you survived the avalanche,” the reporter said. He placed his phone on the kitchen table between us, then pressed Record. With his pen poised over his notepad, he looked at me expectantly. He smelled like grass and ink and summer tomatoes from the garden.

Without thinking, I glanced around for my brother, but he wasn’t in sight.

“You sure you don’t want to talk to Ryan, too?” Dad asked the reporter, filling his cup with coffee. “He’s got a good eye for detail.”

“Maybe later.” The reporter smiled at me. One tooth along the top was slightly crooked and stuck out. “I want to hear it from Ashley first.”

“The avalanche wasn’t even the worst part,” I began. “But I’ll never forget the roar. How fast it all happened. One minute we were skiing, the next we were being swept down the mountain at lightning speed. It just grabbed us and I couldn’t stop myself from falling. I couldn’t breathe. The snow was everywhere, choking white blizzard in the air. Couldn’t see . . .”

“Wait.” The reporter stopped recording. “I explained to your parents, Ashley. I’m writing a series about brave kids like you, surviving in the wilderness. Readers will want to know everything you were thinking, everything you did, so they can learn what to do if it happens to them. Where were you, and how did it happen? Try to tell me everything you remember.”

He didn’t look at Dad, or anyone else. Only me.

I felt suddenly anxious about being part of a series about brave kids. I was used to just being Ashley Hilder, twelve years old, twin sister to the awesome Ryan Hilder. I had never been anything special before, compared to him.

I sat back in my chair, trying to conjure up the memory of that day. “It all started with the wolverines.”

CHAPTER TWO

Two months earlier

“Try to keep up with your brother, Ash,” Dad said.

I had heard that my whole life.

“You have to push yourself if you want to get faster and be the best on the team,” he continued.

The shushing from my skis muffled his voice, but I heard what he was saying loud and clear. Be as good as Ryan. I wanted my dad to be proud of me, too.

The guide from the lodge where we were staying had dropped us off at the Chiseler Ditch trailhead. We were here to ski the famous mountains of Wyoming. Snowy peaks rose up like white daggers around us. We had mountains back home in Vermont, but none like these.

The late-March ski conditions were perfect. Fresh snow from yesterday had set us up with pure powder. We’d be making first tracks, which was always my favorite part of alpine touring. The guide told us that the avalanche danger was only moderate below the tree line—a two out of five. It was three out of five, or considerable, in the upper alpine sections, but we were staying low today because of Mom. She wasn’t as comfortable on skis as the rest of us.

We stopped for lunch and studied the pamphlet we’d been given at the lodge earlier that morning. It provided information about wolverines along with a map. Some group was doing a study to figure out how recreational activity was affecting the wolverines. They had a sticky trap set on Colt Summit to catch the hairs of passing wolverines.

“Listen to this quote from Douglas Chadwick’s The Wolverine Way,” Ryan said, reading from an excerpt in the pamphlet. “If wolverines have a strategy, it’s this: Go hard, and high, and steep, and never back down, not even from the biggest grizzly, and least of all from a mountain.” Ryan clawed his hand in front of his face for added drama as he read. “Climb everything: trees, cliffs, avalanche chutes, summits. Eat everybody: alive, dead, long-dead, moose, mouse, fox, frog, its still warm heart or frozen bones. Whatever wolverines do, they do undaunted. They live life as fiercely and relentlessly as it has ever been lived.”

“Gross about eating everybody,” I said, and tossed a snowball at him.

“Imagine seeing a wolverine for real,” Ryan said, his eyebrows high the way they get when he’s excited about a new plan. Ryan always has a new plan.

After lunch, we continued down toward the Marmot Shelter, a heated yurt where Mom said she wanted to take a “proper break.” Ryan led, as usual. I was next and then Dad. Mom struggled to keep up behind him. We skied along the trail, which was carved out between snow-swept spruce and fir.

When Ryan sped up, I glanced behind to our parents before racing after him.

“Keep going,” Dad called after us. “I’ll stay with Mom. We’ll meet you at the shelter.”

Ryan’s backpack, filled with his usual ski touring gear, bounced as he sped along the trail. I knew where he was heading.

“You coming or what?” he said over his shoulder. “We’ll have time to check it out if we hurry.”

“Wait,” I said. “We don’t even know where it is.”

Ryan stopped and pulled out the map he had stuffed in his pocket after lunch. He pointed to Colt Summit. “Yeah, we do. It’s not far. And besides, going off-piste is what you wanted, right?”

I’d always told him I thought skiing was more fun off the established trails. It was what excited me the most about our vacations.

Ryan returned the map to his pocket, then pulled his helmet from his pack and snapped it on over his hat. “I know you want to skin up this face to hit untouched snow.” He grinned at me.

We sprinted a rowdy race to the next outcrop, but it was no use. I never beat him.

Being twins is hard. Everyone compares you. Even though he’s a guy and I’m a girl, we still look alike. Dark hair, dark eyes, pointy chins, and dimples in the same left cheek. We do the same activities. We’re even on the same ski team. But people point out right in front of us that he’s better at almost everything.

The pack bumped my back as I hit a rough patch, and I stopped to pull my stainless steel water bottle out of the insulated sleeve. The bottle was nearly emp...

Reviews

"While this is at its heart a well-researched, fast-paced, survivor story, it is also a coming-of-age tale with surprising vulnerability and depth. The feeling of living in a sibling's shadow will resonate with many readers, while the messages of tenacity and strength are inspirational. An online game and connections to other Survivor Diaries combine with its easy-reading type and fast, straightforward plot to make this an ideal story for transitioning readers." –Kirkus, starred review

"The inspiring messages, real-life advice, and glimpses at future career opportunities will make this a crowd pleaser." –School Library Journal